With a woods not worth hunting in, the little food joints served quite a big purpose in an RV park located in the town of Janzen. Everyone would still only order frozen meat, a tradition much passed on, so that the people of the Janzen RV park felt more homey about their meals.
There was a potluck dinner on Thursday nights that the neighborhood would gather together for. Neighbors with children lived off of these little breaks from the chaos they called life. It was something to look forward to, without a doubt.
The Janzen RV Park was known as the more run down side of Janzen, but the innocence of the thriving, bright children occupants gave hope to those in fear of what was going on in reality.
As there usually are in towns, there were the uptight, nosy pesky neighborhood watchers known as the Williams couple. Angel Richard feared the Williams on account that they'd fill her in on some information about her peers family situations. When she'd ride her bike and make caution of slowing down at the speed bumps, that's when the Williams couple would catch her off guard.
"Angel! Come in for some lemonade!" They would offer every time from the comfort of their lawn chairs. She would of course refuse their offer, but before she could regain her speed with her chicken legs, they'd be pulling her aside, chatting away.
Mr. and Mrs. Williams' targeted Angel, specifically because she was a gullible twelve year old with a mouth that swore like a sailor, whenever she did talk. They knew she would get word around to Shawn, and that's exactly what they wanted to fester into more and more drama until people began leaving the area. Angel herself thought their area was too crowded, but it always invoked something not too short of adventure. She never grew tired of the scenery, for it was ever changing. There was a highway on the outskirts of the RV park and she would find herself setting her sights on the traffic lights glimmering in the distance. She wondered whose headlights would pull in to visit.
Angel had the hopes her answers would soon enter through there, for it had seemed like everyone had quickly found the answers they were looking for. If they didn't, they'd leave to find an answer elsewhere. Angel took advantage of her father's absence at a young age, and since then it had been a routine to wake up at 7:05 A.M. Every morning when Danny, her father, would leave she would collect any left out things Danny might had left out from being too much in a rush.
Bentley, Shawn's boyfriend, told her to get him "the goods" and what he dubbed that as, came in the form of Danny's pill bottles. Angel never really paid attention to the labels, she just did her best to continue having a popular status, for that was the only source of attention she received.
Whenever the Williams' witnessed Angel's frequent posse of visitors leaving in their cars, driving recklessly, Angel lost her title of being innocent and soon they agreed to make it a point to begin to give her consequences for her choices, although they really had no right to do so. They were shallow humans, destined to cause havoc for the pathetic satisfaction in return they got from butting in.
It was a day before Halloween, everyone was putting up last minute decorations on their property. Everyone was outside, except for Angel. It was unusual not to see her out when others were, so the Williams figured it was due time to pay her a visit. As they waddled down the street in the direction of Angel's home, fat flopping about as they did so, Angel was on a phone call with Bentley. He threatened that if his supply was a disappointment, he'd break up with Shawn. Shawn was the most important relationship in her life, so she was terrified of losing her. Angel was in tears when she answered the motor home door, the scent of a nearby cookout being held underway.
"We see you've been watching too many horror movies!" Mr. Williams laughed, trying to steal a glance into the cluttered debris of Angel's home. Without fail, Angel had grown suspicious of them and walked outdoors.
